If protecting me was his instinct, would he be more lucid if I harmed myself?


    “Stephanie Michael looked at me in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring me the medical kit.


    I frantically pushed Michael away and picked up the ss shard from the floor. ‘Steven! Let’s go


    home!”


    Just as I was about to stab my neck with the ss shard, Steven’s hand suddenly lifted and


    grabbed the bloodied ss from my hand.


    “Psycho! Both of them are psychos… Yasmin retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting


    from


    the shock


    Her forehead was bleeding


    Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the ss.


    “Ms. Bailey” the butler eximed.


    Michael didn’t have time to think about it. He rushed over to check on Yasmin’s condition.


    I didn’t care whether Yasmin lived or died. My hands trembled as I held Steven’s face, my forehead


    pressed against his, speaking softly, “Steven, let’s go home…”


    Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stared at Steven and me with cold eyes. Then, he


    laughed maniacally.


    Outside the courtyard, a car screeched to a halt. Zion, Rachel, and Eason had arrived.


    Eason saw Steven and me with blood on our hands and angrily pulled out a document. “Jake has


    dropped the charge. Steven only got violent because he was provoked!


    “We don’t believe that Stevencks the ability to control his actions. He’s still a natural person. His


    guardian will decide whether he stays or leaves!”


    I breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally here…


    I had sent Zion a distress message when we wereing downstairs.


    I hadn’t expected Eason toe to help Steven…


    “Stephie…” Rachel rushed over in panic, looking at my hands.


    I smiled at her and shook my head.


    We had finally… won for once.


    Before Peter arrogantly took Steven away, our helpers had arrived.


    Peter looked at me coldly, his smile still ying on his lips as if to tell me that we could never


    escape.


    wonload Steven for a moment.


    “That lunatic gave him some kinds of drugs,” I whispered.


    Eason got furious and punched Peter. “It seems you’re the one who needs mental treatment. Who


    allowed you to drug him?”


    Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth,ughing coldly. “If you think the use of drugs is


    unreasonable, feel free to report me to the Health Commission or other departments.”


    Eason gritted his teeth. “Of course, I’ll report you.”


    Peterughed and left confidently.


    He was confident that all his actions and treatments were reasonable.


    “Steven, let’s go home…” I took Steven’s hand.


    He looked dazed but obediently followed me like a puppet.


    “Stephie!” Michael was holding Yasmin as he rushed to the hospital, but he anxiously shouted my


    name, hoping I wouldn’t leave with Steven.


    “Take care of yourself and the woman in your arms. Next time, I won’t just use her head to break the


    ss, “I warned coldly, leading Steven into the car.


    “Hey, I heard that these drugs can make people obedient and do whatever they’re told,” Eason said


    excitedly as he got in the car, looking at Steven with great interest. “Steven, you’ve been drugged.


    Be a good boy and call me ‘Master‘.”


    I looked at Eason with a headache, tolerating him only because he had just punched Peter. But he


    had gone too far. While Steven was unconscious, he tried to pinch Steven’s face.


    “I’ve always been jealous of you, genius. You’re so handsome. Let me, your master, touch you a


    bit,” Eason muttered. “This opportunity won’te again.”


    Suddenly, Eason’s screams filled the car as Steven fiercely bit Eason’s hand, refusing to let go as if


    he had


    gone mad.


    I was startled and quickly tried to pry Steven’s jaw open. “Steven, be good. If you keep biting, his


    finger


    will break…”


    Eason cried out in pain, cursing under his breath, “Damn it! Did Peter give him expired drugs? Let


    go! Steven, you damn…!


    “Okay, okay, you’re my master! Steven, I was wrong! Let go, Master!”


    I felt pity for Steven, but Eason’s words made meugh. I found myselfughing even as tears


    streamed down my face.


    This time, we had won. But what about the next?


    I held Steven tightly.


    How could I protect Steven better?


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    Suddenly, arge truck sped out of an alley, heading straight for us.


    At that moment, Steven’s stiff body suddenly wrapped around me protectively.


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    My breathing quickened as my consciousness began to fade.


    Protecting me… had be Steven’s instinct.


    Steven…